I sighed. ‘Because it’s fun, Sarah. And it’s easier to keep all of the photos in one place instead of having them emailed in dribs and drabs.’
And with that, Sarah picked up the camera. ‘When in Rome,’ she said, throwing her head back and taking a selfie of her and Frank. A fucking selfie.
Before I had the chance to address this, I saw Sarah’s eyes light up and Frank’s face suddenly turn pale.
‘Oliver! How lovely to see you! I don’t think I’ve seen you since the kids went into Primary School.’
I felt Oliver reach over my shoulder and grab some water. Damn, this was awkward. ‘Nice to see you, Sarah,’ he replied. ‘And you, Frank.’ His chest puffed out and his shoulders broadened. Oh God, he was peacocking. PLEASE KILL ME NOW.
Frank greeted him politely and put his arm around Sarah, almost using her like a human shield.
‘Oliver, I must say, I’m quite fond of that moustache,’ she commented. ‘It makes you look very distinguished.’
Distinguished? It makes him look like a seventies footballer.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Frank’s hand creep up and touch his bare top lip. This was getting painful.
‘Shall we dance?’ I asked Oliver, my eyes telling him to get me the fuck out of here.
He winked. ‘Lead the way.’
We slow-danced beside Kevin and Hazel while Molly, face full of wedding cake, tried on Lucy’s garland and danced with Kyle. Oliver and I rarely get to dance and although it initially felt a bit silly, it also felt romantic. It felt old-fashioned. It felt like we were timeless. I felt like any moment I would tread on Oliver’s toes and ruin everything.
‘I think my work colleagues who hate each other have started shagging,’ I said, my head motioning to where they were sitting. ‘I did not see that coming. It’s too weird.’
Oliver glanced over and smirked. ‘Lucy just married a man who shops at Wholefoods. Nothing makes sense anymore.’
‘I can’t believe she’s fucking married. I’m so happy for her.’
‘Don’t go getting all misty-eyed on me, Henderson. I don’t think your mascara will cope a third time.’
‘I’m not,’ I lied, sniffing. ‘I’m just glad her day went so well. She deserved it.’
*
10 p.m.Someone called Marjory punched a man called Angus and it all kicked off on the dance floor. I managed to avoid being knocked over in the fracas but Marjory accidently pushed Molly and sent her flying across the floor where she bumped her head. I then promptly knocked fuck out of Marjory.
*
11.25 p.m.The police decided not to take matters any further and Kyle’s parents agreed to pay for any damages caused by the Henderson clan. Oliver had taken Molly home in a taxi and Lucy had wrapped some ice in a towel for my aching hand.
‘I’ve never hit anyone in my life! I’m so sorry, Lucy, I saw red.’
She smiled. ‘Phoebe, if I’d have been there, Marjory would have gotten more than a busted lip. She deserved it. No one touches our Molly. You’re pretty much my hero right now.’
‘Did you see Brian and Kelly? TOGETHER?’
She abruptly stopped tending to my wounds. ‘What do you meantogether? I thought they just shared a cab here.’
‘I saw physical contact. And flirting. They were definitely sharing more than just a cab.’
‘How the fuck am I supposed to relax on honeymoon, knowing that this is happening? You’d better do some serious snooping for me. I’m counting on you.’
*
When I arrived home at midnight, Molly was already in bed.
‘Alright, slugger?’ Oliver teased, grinning at me. ‘Man, I’ve never seen someone go down so quickly. She was absolutely hammered, though.’
